I couldn't agree anymore with this poem. Sometimes, you meet people during the strangest times. When it seems like it would be impossible to become friends with someone, just because of the surroundings. But it's during those weird times, when you make those life-long friends. And I must tell you the same, although we're hundreds of miles far from each other, through our works I feel at least, like with everyone else here that I've met and emailed and whatnot, that it's like we've met. Though it's not technically true. So from all the way from the "Virgin State" as I call my state: "it's nice to meet you" though we've "met" like months ago.